Runner’s World to give up, just feature close-ups of glistening six-packs on all covers from now on. Seriously. Because this is what running is about.

Our good friend Stretch did an Ironman this past weekend. Good for him. (Seriously, though: well done, Stretch.) (Also: you just got 3 sincere, non-sarcastic, non-childish words on my blog, which is like a new record or something.) (Three more words now: Fart boobs crap.)

Northern Minnesota ultra seeing record numbers. Way to go, northern MN (seriously, Duluth, I love you and want to go to there).

Area men continue to insist on perpetuating ugly gender stereotypes. On my Saturday run, I ran past a local university’s frat reunion and was…wait for it…barked at. A pack of men, most of whom looked to be around 40, barked like a crew of rottweilers weenie little dachshunds. Another pack of men made the absolutely homicide-inducing kissy noise at me. I cannot explain to you how much this makes me want to hunt them down and stand over their beds with a butcher knife in a hockey mask in the dead of night and when they wake up screaming, carve “STOP MAKING THAT NOISE” into the walls of their bedrooms.

BLOG OF THE WEEK:50 miles or bust. Look! Another runner doing the JFK 50! This person’s mileage looks legit-crazypants. Legit-crazypants in an awesome way. Woooooo see you at the start line (no, but seriously, I will try to obliterate you) (haha, joking!) (until race morning).